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Blake
“Fuck, the flash ison, I just need one more…”
CLICK!
CLICK! CLICK!
CLICK!
My head feels as if I’d been punched in the back of my skull by Rocky Balboa as the sounds of a camera clicking and cursing snatches me from the shitshow of a dream I’d been having. Out of instinct, my arm reaches out toward the pink phone in the air; I groan as the girl beside me yelps.
So much for sleeping in…
I can feel the shock radiating from her as she sputters, trying, and failing, to come up with an excuse as I unlock her phone and go through the camera roll. My head pounds harder as I scroll through each of the pictures she’d taken, deleting them all.
Twenty-seven pictures in the span of…two minutes?
“Chelsea…” Her name falls from my lips in a rasp. She perks up and then lies on top of me. Her breasts are cold and hard as they press against my bare chest. I groan and close an eye at the sight of her.
“Twenty-seven,” I croak.
“Huh?”
“You have twenty-seven seconds to put on some clothes and get the fuck out.”
That sounded harsh… Maybe I should havesoftened the blow?
“But… ButBlakey, I thought we were having a good time together. You wouldn’t kick me out like this, right?” she stutters, and I can feel those big ass bug eyes staring at me. My headache grows pounding against my skull, and I groan again.
“You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. My niece should be in the living room right about now, so I’ll walk you through the back.” My tone is stern, more than I’d thought it would be and I’m thankful because I feel like Earth has fallen off its axis drifting helplessly throughout the galaxy.
“You’re such a dick, Blake Wilder,” Chelsea says through gritted teeth, yanking on her underwear.
“Are you done?” I ask, shielding my eyes as she pulls back my curtains. A total dick move on her end, might I add.
I’m annoyed as she stares at me from the other side of my room, now fully clothed in her pink mini-dress from last night. As much as Chelsea likes to call me a dick, she also likes to ride it. So, Inevertake anything the hypocrite has to say seriously.
She knows that Friday mornings are reserved for my niece Delilah, I don’t know why she’s acting all weird this time around.
Sneaking Chelsea down the stairs without the guys noticing her is a piece of cake. I make sure to avoid all family areas such as the kitchen and living room and sneak her right out the back. We make it all the way to the back gate in complete silence before she decides to open her mouth once again, annoying the hell out of me.
“You know…you can call me sometimes, Blake. I’m always here,” she purrs.
Literally.
I don’t know how one can roll therin the word “here”, but Chelsea manages to do so and leave my already limp dick, limper than a dog that’s been hit by a car.
“Yeah…I know.” And with that, I close the gate’s door in her face.
As I re-enter the house, my headache seems to wash away as loud child-like giggles sound from the living room. A smile lifts on my cheeks as I make my way towards the angelic noise. I pause in the doorway of our living room and snap aphoto of Braxton, Charlie, Derek, and Delilah sitting around Delilah’s princess table in the center of our living room. The sight of four grown men dressed head to toe in tiny princess gowns with crowns and tiny cups in their hands brings me to my knees as I double over in laughter. I snap another photo of them and chuckle to myself as I send it to the hockey team chat.
“Shut up. You’d be in a dress too if you were on time for tea,” Charlie, a senior defenseman and probably one of the most unserious people in the world, scolds me.
I stifle my laughter as he gives me the meanest mug he can muster, though it resembles an angry puppy. Charlie's long dirty blonde hair is pulled into a small bun on the top of his head, being held together by a fluffy pink scrunchie. If there was an award for the least intimidating person in the world, he’d win it.
But the reminder of me being late for teatime with Delilah does break my heart. I frown as I look down at the brown-haired princess beside her father and sigh because she’s truly a gift in human form. Delilah looks up at me with a wide toothy grin, her large doe brown eyes sparkle as she sees me.
